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PROF, CASSIUS MARCELLUS CLAY 




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THE WORLD'RENOWNED 



Shaksperian Elocutionist. Poet, Sv/eet Singer 

Composer of Music and Writer of Plays, 

of Youngstown and Warren, Ohio, 

Now Residing in Cleveland. 



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PROF. CASSIUS MARCELLUS CLAY ZEDAKER. 

CLEVELAVn, OHIO, 

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PREFACE. 



This volume, at. the solicitation of numerous friends, is pre- 
sented to the public as an evidence of the result of a trained 
and inspired brain. 

Two years ago I was engaged doing menial labor in a saw- 
mill, owning a half interest in a steam saw-mill, shingle mill, 
planing mill and chopping mill, all combined and run by one 
engine, at New Bedford, Pa., and was also the owner of a 
half interest in the New Bedford Bending Works, manufactu- 
rers of rims, shafts, sleighs, etc., and also owned the hotel 
there called the "Fountain Inn," and also owned an interest 
in a threshing machine while there. Prior to that I had been 
engaged in selling fruit trees, and renting property which I 
owned, consisting of three houses, eleven lots and one barn 
located in Youngstown, near which place I was born. But 
my talents and abilities demanded a higher sphere of life. I 
felt that I was inspired and destined to walk in the higher 
circles of elocution and poetry. I l)id adieu to the saw-mill 
and the menial walks of life and went into a thorough course 
of training, preparatory to my destinj^ at "Dana's Musical 
Institute," Warren; and therefore Warren receives the credit, 
(with the assistance of the press of the city and country gener- 
ally, and of my native place, Youngstown, particularly,) of 
bringing me before the World as The Missing Link, the Great 
Poet, the Shakesperian Elocutionist, the Sweet Singer and 
Composer of Music, and the Writer of Plays. 

In this short time, by the aid of my marvelous natural abili- 
ties and inspiration, I have far outsti-ippcd all the schools and 
colleges, the poets and painters of ancient and modern times, 
and the celebrated actors and orators bow at my feet and 
recognize me as their superior and teacher. 

Notwithstanding the high standard of literary attainments 
exhibited in this volume, and the consequent genius and merit 
of its author, it is hoped that no young gentlemen or lady im- 
bued with the desire to immortalize themselves and their pos- 
terity in song, will be so discouraged as to give up their chosen 
ambition without an effort. Had I been content with medioc- 



4 PREFACE. 

rity, the world would never have been dazzled with the efful- 
gence of the rays of light emitted and darted from my treasure 
house of intelligence and inspiration. That you will be able 
to equal me, is not to be expected, Natural genius, aided bJ 
inspiration, is rarely met with. Your place being lower than 
mine, the critic will only judge you upon that standing. 

If you are but able to reach the plane of oratory held by 
Cicero and " Little Buttercup Cox," and the poetry of Solomon, 
Milton, Burns and "The Sweet Singer of Michigan," it is 
better than absolute failure, or that which is worse than failure, 
viz: no effort. 

Again, I say, look to my example and be guided and dazzled 
by my brilliancy. Walk as closely as you can in my footsteps, 
for the nearer you approach me the more nearer j'^ou exemplify 
the command, "Be ye perfect, even as I am perfect." 

True, I am modest in speaking of my own abilities and 
acquirements, but it is the fault of my nature and I cannot 
overcome it. But, fortunately, it is not necessary that I 
should speak of my own achievements and abilities, for they 
are sung and spoken of in all the languages of the civilized 
world. You, gentle reader, are no doubt aware of them, and 
know full well that I am tha world renowned Shaksperian 
orator and elocutionist, the famed poet and sweet singer, the 
silver-tongued declaimer and critic. (By the way I am a dis- 
tant relative of the Sweet Singer of Michigan, though I greatly 
excel her. ) You are full well assured that to the remotest edge 
of time and to the last of our race the household name will 

be 

Prof. Cassius Mabcellus Clay Zedaker. 




THE POEMS 



CLEVELAND VIADUCT. 



Dedicated to the Cleveland City Fathers. 







I must say this is one of the greatest things in our 

nation; 
To see there thousands of people passing makes a big 

sensation ; 
And its piers and stone work it is built so very strong, 
And then its length, you know, is indeed so very long. 

And you see on one pier is cut the figures of 1879, 
And the builder of the masonry is E. W. Ensign, 
His work is good and strong and will forever stand. 
And better structure you will not find in this land. 



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One of the piers will be seen is built there eight 

square, 
"When the bridge revolves thousands are waiting there; 
You will hear the noise of street cars there a ringing 
A coming for miles, and passengers they are bringing. 

And to see the many tracks tluit is run through below 
And there see tiie many trains a running to and fro; 
And below you will see the boatman with his skiff, 
By his strong arm and oars he is gliding very swift. 

And you will see upon one pier the warning bell. 
It warns the one that thei'e in the bridge does dwell 
To turn this bridge, for there is seen the coming boats, 
That is coming in this channel, how nicely it floats. 

I am composing on a boat, and if you want its name, 
It is to the Viaduct close and it is called the Main; 
For it is yet too soon for the vessels to set sailing; 
Many people are watching from top and leaning on 
the railing. 

And all along the wharf yuu will see the standing 

boats. 
With their high mast poles fastened there with ropes; 
And you will hear all around many huftiming mills, 
For pushing business in Cleveland is the people's will. 

And the piers are all built from iron, stone and metal, 
They are built here so firm that they will never settle; 
Thousands of people and buggies and wagons are 

passing all the time, 
And the travel that is seen makes there an endless 

line. 

And underneath is run through many telegraph wires. 
That sends the news so quickly of murders and of 
fires; 



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And suiTounding the piers are seen two winding stairs, 
People are seen going np and down, and often n 
pairs. 

They are made of iron and are fastened very strong. 
And people are not afraid to go up there n<n' down; 
You will tind though, under, a great many arches, 
They are made for roads, and through the ])eople 
marches. 

The hoats will soon be leaving to sail upon tlie lake, 
Wliere tiiey will be seen battling with the waves that 

break ; 
And oftentimes in storms these ships will meet wreck ; 
There will be no danger while I am on this deck. 

And the braces and wires that tighten with bur and 

thread; 
And this Viaduct is standing on a large iiuge stone 

bed. 
1^'ow I see a passing train and the engine stnoko a 

tossing, 
Kow they swing around the sign that says "railroad 

crossing." 

jind to see npon the top the very wide stone walks; 
The people are seen a passing, as many as is in your 

parks; 
And along this Viaduct is a great many gaslights 
That guides the people in the very darkest nights. 

I composed this Poem beside the pilot of this vessel, 
And for many years it had with the waves to tessle; 
And now I liear the ringing bell and tlie passing 

freight, 
I vv^ill now go to the Weddell or for dinner 1 will be 

late. 



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WILLIE, PLAY WITH SISTER GRACE. 



Dedicated to the Cleveland Herald, whose local staff aud 
their " Foundling Hospital " — run without reference to race or 
color — is one of the recognized charities of the age. 

Please dont go out to-day dear Willie 
You know it is so very cold and chillie 
Stay in and play with your sister grace 
with her toys around the fire Place. 

and She will be Pleased if you Stay in 
you can Play with her and make your top spin 
and Please dont go out to day in the cold 
for if You do your father will Scold 

he Said this morning when he went away 
You must to day in the House stay 
you must keep away from the well and trough 
until you are well of the hooping cough 



ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 

and Play with little nell and Sing baby mine 
it can ride in its little buggy which is so line 
and this will Please your little Sister nell 
and be Pleasing to us all where we dwell 

dear mother 1 will not go out to day 
and I will with Sister grace and nellio Play 
for my little Sisters I do love so well 
and at noon we will ring the dinner bell 

brother willie you are so verry kind 
for us to Play to gather Please my mind 
and we will ring the dinner bell for Pa 
if we are good children can we dear ma 

grace and willie you can ring the bell 
and at noon it will be the new to vour Pa tell 
to leave his work and come in at noon 
and the dinner will be ready quite soon 

and Sister when the clock strikes eleaven 
I will Pool the rope while you count Seaven 
and clang clang clang will go the bell 
to bring father home we love so well 

and hear the clocks is now a striking 
and to us grace it is so delighting 
now clang clang clang will go the bell 
for to bring father home to where we dwell 







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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 




Lovely girls and birds and flowers make a chain to 

the middle link; 
A Poet, singer, orator musician makes an endless 

cliain, I think; 
And also tlie liouey bees tliatis fonnd miles and miles 

from their homes; 
Where is the wretch tliat wonld destroy them Avh(;n 

they carry honey for their combs. 



ZEDAKER'S POEMS. ii 

AUTOGRAPHS. 



DEDICATED TO CHICAGO LADIES. 

At the Wedclell Hotel I lieard the telephone bell ring, 
The ladies at the Kennard requested me to sing; 
Through the telephone I sang to them Lucy's lamb. 
They soon left for Chicago, far miles out our land. 



Your husband and you are tlie truest of fi'iends. 
Whenever we meet you do your hand kindly extend; 
You live in a lovely place on the Euclid avenue; 
I wish you both success, your husband and you. 

To Mr. and Mrs. GoulcUr, Cleveland, 0. 



Your hair is wavy, and you are beautiful, Miss Alic<-, 
And may your home forever be in a beautiful palace; 
And you are modest, and you have winning ways, 
And your eyes beam like the sunny rays. 

To Miss Alice Gillette, ClevdnMl, 0. 



You was })hiying with playmates, this I did sec, 
When you did stop and say kindly to me 
''Prof., will you a verse for me write?" 
You are handsome and your eyes bright. 

To LiUle Miss Grade Qroff, Cleveland, U. 



You are like the flowering shrub. 
And like the rose that's from the bud; 
And vour name is Miss Sallie Thorn, 
And you are like the sun that dawns. 

To Miss Sallie Thorn, of Youngstotcn, 0. 



You are pleasant, with a winning smile. 
This on your countenance all the while; 
And you will forever liave many friends, 
For you will never any of them offend. 

To Mary Lucas, of Cleveland, 0. 



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Yon are a brunette, with beautiful eyes, 
And in your countenance beauty there lies; 
You are like the rose that makes the bouquet, 
And I presume you love to play at croquet. 

To a Brunette, Cleveland, 0. 



You have a smiling countenance, Miss Nettie, 
You are like roses and you are pretty; 




I must say I do love to hear you sing. 
And music from the piano you do bring. 

To Miss Nettie Dettrick, Glevchtnd. 



A beautiful little girl, you are Miss Bailey, 
And yon do go to school almost daily; 
You are improving at school useful hours. 
You are as beautiful as the summer flowers. 

To Little Maggie Bailey, Cleveland, 0. 



With but a few short days' acquaintance Miss Edith, 
May fortune smile on you all that you needeth; 
You are like the beautiful flowers of May; 
Lovely girls is the first beauty this I must say. 

To Miss Edith Mather, Massillon, 0. 



In the kitchen we do often hear the dishes ring. 
And good meals you do to the table bring; 
And the boarders do all praise your cooking. 
You are smart and quite good looking. 

To Miss Mary Curtiss, Cleveland, 133 Lake St. 



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How pleasant in the summer to see roses and their 

leaves, 
And then to see the farmers out binding up the 

sheaves, 
And tlien to see the children gathering bouquets. 
And after they will be seen playing at croquet. 

To Miss Em Kistler, Newton Falh, 0. 



You are like the blooming rose; 
Winter comes and summer goes, 




And if ever I with ocean join 

I will think of you, Hattie Thorn, 

To Miss Hattie Thorn, of Youngstown, 0. 



While at your home the sleigh was going and bells a 

ringing, 
And people was passing, and many was heard singing, 
And it was a very snowy and cold winter night 
When I wrote this Poem by your parlor light. 

To Miss Lydia Kistler, Newton Fails, 0. 



See the beautiful cakes and also the pies, 
x\nd the luxuries here is pleasing to all eyes; 
May all there is here not be selfish in their deals, 
The money goes to church use, they pay for their 
meals. 
A Table Toast for a Neio Bedford Supper for the 

benefit of the Presbyterian Church. 



14 ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 

As an agent you do biglily stand; 
You sell articles useful to our land; 
You have a fair and a pleasing wife, 
And you do both enjoy your life. 

To Mr. and Mrs. Kirkf Cleveland, 0. 



Our first acquaintance was at Newton Falls, 
In the evening, when I at your house did call; 




Tliere I heard the music of your organ ringing, 
For the first time in your town you heard me singing. 

To Frank Kistler, Newton Falls, O. 



In Cleveland you and your wife reside; 

You travel this land over that is wide; 

You do both greet your friends with a smile; 

Your wife keeps her parlors in the grandest style. 

To Mr. and Mrs. Bailey, Cleveland, 0. 



You are like the beautiful rose that is red, 
And your beauty is like flowers from tlie bed, 
How pleasant it is to see them in full bloom, 
And scent their perfume by the light of the moon. 

To Miss Dittnck, Cleveland, 0, 



2EDAKER'S POEMS. 15 

In the jyresenee of admiring friends at the residenee of Mrs. 

IluUlah Thorn, of Toungstawn, 0., by Prof. 

Zedaker. Time, tiJoo minutes. From 

an engraving in Iter 

jxirlors. 



The rays of light is glimmering in Jacob's eyes, 
And his face is tnrnetl u])\vard toward the sky, 
The angels from heaven is the news to him a bring- 
ing, 
And if he is converted I think he will be soon a 
singing. 

And near by you will see the firelight. 
And indeed its a grand and shines so bright, 
And away beyond yon Avill see the moon. 
And the angels will reach him soon. 

The nnmber of angels you will find is eight, 
And* they are coming for Jacob's sake, 
And he is lying upon the rocks, 
And I think by his actions he is shocked. 

And all around is misty heavy clouds; 

They know he is repenting and they feel proud 

To have him repent from his sinful ways. 

They are ap])i"oaching him from where he does lay. 



The time will soon come when flowers will grow, 
And truest friends must part sometimes, you know. 
When first we met will be remembered, Miss Van 

Hyning, 
And you are like the blooming rose that's vineing. 

2h Miss Van Htiyning, Oanfield, 0. 



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BALANCE ALL. 

Prof. C. M. C. Zedaker, the Sweet Singer and Poet of the 
Mahonint!: Valley, introduces this week to our readers one of 
his poems of local interest, dedicated to the yoiing ladies and 
gents of Warren and the surroundings. Time of composing, 
five minutes. 

Warren has a fine, large brick city liall, 
AVhere the young people go to attend tlie ball; 
They will then call on their friends 
To dance, and they will their hands extend. 

And there they will be seen to ^^ balance all," 
To dance while one is heard to call 
And "balance all" and "alamand. left," 
►Swing your partners and grand right and left. 

They will keep it up until it's three, 
Then you know how^ tired they will be; 
We must now leave for home because its late. 
When some are home it will be daybreak. 



They will then bid good-bye to the band 
That i^layed the musie that was so grand; 
Will again come back and meet you here. 
And dance to music which will us cheer. 



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17 




MY TREES AND YARD VINES. 

I have ill my yard five Austrian pines. 
And around my house is twined gnipe vines- 
And the Concord grapes is tJie best, you kno\v 
And are the hardiest, and will tlie best grow. ' 

And it's nice to have in your yards .^rounds for cro- 
qnet, 

And there plant flowers for beautiful boumiots- 
Neighbor's children and mine play there in the' even- 
J n o- 

And quite often ],lay when the moon is beaming. 

Some recommend, also, the grape called the Delaware 
Ihey are also planting this grape most every'- 
where; -^ 

They are red, juicy, and the grapes rather small. 
But in our markets they meet with a great call. 



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And the Concord and Delaware take the lead. 
For they are a grape that everybody needs, j 
And they are hardy grapes and will stand the frost; 
I wonld have them planted, let what would be the 

cost. 

My neighbor has more than an acre of these vines; 
He is just coining the money from his wines; 
I disagree with him, and think it is not right 
To make graj^e wines for to make the people tight. 

They are profitable if they are put to good use, 
But if made in wine it will the best people abuse; 
If they are canned they will keep for many years, 
For then to make people drunk there need not be any 
fears. 




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I liave here the Charles Downing and Wilson rasp- 

bei-ry, 
And also the Dowers late red and Cleveland cherry; 
I think that these are, I must say, the best. 
For they have for many years received their test. 

Some people never plant a vine nor a tree 
And have never a blossom for a honey bee; 
Some will say I am not ready, and others too old. 
You know this story to you has often been told. 

I will say to all, Please plant trees and shrubs; 
In the Springs you will smell the sweet-scented buds. 
Don't say I am not ready, or not time, or too old; 
You can have them to eat when the weather is cold. 



2EDAKER'S POEMS. 



19 



These cherries is called the Dukes and Rene Hor- 
tense, 

They are, I believe, the best, and their taste is im- 
mense; 

Tliey will ripen the last of June and first of July, 

They are the best for canning and the best for pie. 



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Here I have planted quite a number of fine shrubs; 
I love to see the honey bees sipping in their buds; 
They will gather from here the honey that is sweet 
And take it to their hives and pack it away so neat. 






I have here planted some very choice snow ball; 
They are indeed fine for bouquets, and meet many 

calls; 
I have also here planted a fine Virgin's bower. 
And they bloom the finest white fragrant flower. 

I have here planted the double flowering plum leaves, 
They are in full bloom when the farmer is binding 

the sheaves; 
And here I also have planted the Japan quince. 
And of all the shrubs I think they are the prince. 

Here is my peaches, they are the Crawford and Early 

Hales, 
These kinds you will here have the largest Sales. 
My apricots are the early golden and the Moore Park, 
And they are my finest for they have gained their 

mark. 






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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 



Ill the spriiig I allow the strongest buds to produce 
shoots, 

In the fall they should be cut back within four feet 
of the roots; 

The land should be to sun, and drained and thor- 
oughly dry, 

If you don't do this, to raise grapes there's no use to 
try. 

You cannot raise grapes in the shade of the wood, 
They must have the warm sun to make them do 

good. 
And train your vines and give them good care. 
And then you will find your grapes will always bear. 






One great fault why some people toil and vines don't 

yield, 
The grass is growing by their roots the same as in 

the field; 

You must trim your trees and vines to have them to 
grow. 

Kill the grass by their roots and there use your mat- 
tock or hoe. 

You are upon the earth to improve this useful land. 
And upon each farm there should a good orchard 

stand; 
And not be negligent by not improving this sod; 
People of this class will never be pleasing to our God. 






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21 




VISIT TO THE ORCHARD. 



WINTER APPLES. 



Wlieii I first speak of my trees to you, neighbor Jim, 
I must first mention my best, the winter Baldwin; 
These apples are a large red, and a beautiful keeper; 
I am going into this kind of fruits still more deeper. 



A man by the name of Baldwin found this tree in his 

woods, 
It was in his clearing; he pulled of the apples and 

found them good. 
This farmer Baldwin lived somewhere in New York 

State; 
It was pronounced by nurserymen the best they ever 

ate. 



22 ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 

Here is the Northern Spy they will keep until late in 

July; 
Please come and see me, theu I will give you some to 

try: 
You can tell the trees, for the limbs run upward to a 

peak, 
And they are one of our best winter apples for to 

keep. 

Here I have planted winter Rhode Island greening; 
You can always tell these for you will find them lean- 
ing; 
They are very large and good keepers, and flavor rich, 
These trees are low and the apples are easy to pick. 

This row here is called the VVesteru winter beauty; 
And to cultivate this tree I find it is our duty. 
They are good for cooking, and a large pale yellow; 
They are a loug keeper, and they are rich and mellow. 

This row is the winter and is called the Falling 

Waters ; 
My wife likes these best, and so does my daughters^ 
I must say I sell a great many of these in the market ; 
I generally help myself when I find a pan full on the 

carpet. 

This verse will have to wind up my winter fruit; 
And these kind, I must say, will everybody suit. 
My wife never wastes her Monday washing suds, 
I wash these trees with all I find in the wash tubs. 

AUTUMN" APPLES. 

This row is called one of our best, the Beauty Child, 
It is a large apple, is the world renown.ed and mild; 
And for every use it is one of onr best Falls, 
And in the large markets it meets a great many calls. 



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And this row is called the Pearmain, royal dyed; 
John thinks it is the best, he is the hand I have 

hired; 
They will ripen on or about the last of September, 
It might be in October, I do not just remember. 

This roAV here is called the best, thev are the Fall 

Rambo, 
I think of them I ought to have planted another of 

these rows; 
They are fine for sauce to put on the table for supper, 
They are the best for cider and making apple butter. 

Here is the beauty, it is called the Maiden Blush, 

My boys like them them the best, and its name is 
never hushed; 

I guess it is more because the Maiden name is men- 
tioned 

Than it is the apple, but they give it good attention. 

MY BEST PEARS. 

These trees is called the best, and the name is the 

Sango; 
I found at them last uight a colored Ned, who plays 

the banjo, 
And his family is needy, and also very large 
For him to keep them in food and clothes is to him 

a charge. 

I charge him to stop, and never again try to steal, 
But come to me, and I would give him pears for his 

meal; 
For we should forever be very kind to the poor, 
And try and help them to keep the wolf from his 

door.^ 



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I also recommend the Butler, Bloodgood and Brandy- 



wme; 



These pears are rich and good, and are very fine; 
And they are the best trees, I can say, to bear; 
They are cultivated in our Northwest everyAvhere. 

The pear, I tliink, is the finest fruit we have to eat. 
What is more delicious tlian a pear that is rich and 

sweet. 
You can sell them by the bushel or by the peck; 
Give me the pear always, with the big long neck. 



DAVE. — Killed by a hard kick from a horse when in pas- 
ture. Value, $300. 




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This faithful horse and his name was Dave; 
But he was killed and now lies in the grave, 
And indeed he was a noble and faithful steed. 
He was a thoroughbred and full of speed. 



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"WIFE'S MOTTO." 



Dedicated to the Sunday Voice, whose editors are gallant 
and handsome, and who know a good thing when they see it. 

For six days I had to wash and bake, 

And yesterday I had to bake Sunday cake, 

And after working hard all the week, 

I'm going to read this Sunday morning sheet. 

I love to read the Suj^day Morn^ikg Voice, 
For yon will find news that makes all rejoice; 
News from over the ocean and beyond the lake, 
x\nd often is mentioned many a sad fate. 

I read this volnme on every Sunday; 
I have no time to-morrow, for it is Monday; 
And 'tis work, work, from day to day, 
I often think of my childhood at play. 

And now I have a great many cares. 
Sometimes I think more than my share; 
AVorking from early morn and often late, 
To-day I have the Voice, 29th is the date. 



26 ZEDAXER'S POEMS. 

THE CIDER MILL. 



John, we have, I think, the best cider mill, 
But now the season is past and it is still, 
xind it has now been idle since late last fall, 
And the neighbors, for miles, will give us a call. 

And farmers brought their apples from miles around, 
And the}^ hauled them here to have them ground. 
And they have come for ten miles and more away, 
And have been here as early as the the break of day. 

My mill here does its running by steam. 
When the cider is pressed it runs in streams. 
Everything is haudy here that is in use; 
We don't grind by horses when they meet abuse. 

You know where horses is worked on a power. 
They will be all in a foam in just one hour; 
I believe in saving these useful, fine steeds. 
For our world, you know, our horses does need. 

They used to use the large wooden beam, 
You know, John, what kind of a mill I mean; 
The beam was run up with a big wooden screw; 
I think it must have taken a week for it to hew. 

Around it was a rack loaded with stone. 

And one man could not turn it alone; 

The wooden screw, as it was being there wound. 

One end of the beam would go toward the ground. 

Tlien they would pile the ground pumice in a rack, 
And with straw in a cheese it would be packed, 
On the top of tlie cbeese was piled blocks and planks, 
Then they would turn the screw by the lever crank. 



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The apples when ground was shoveled in a hopper. 
And this way then, you know, was thought proper, 
And the apples was run through two short logs, 
And was mashed there hy many wooden cogs. 

This Poet's father used to build these mills. 

When I was five, father was laid in the grave that's 

still, 
He knew not then when he called me by name, 

That I would be the world renowned star of fame. 

And these old cider mills I will forever love, 
Because my father used to put the beams there above; 
When they are all moldered to the earthen clay, 
I will forever notice the spot when I pass that way. 



FANNY.— Killed by lightning, near Sandy Lake, Pa. 
Value, $150. 




'=--i^i?---^' 



This faithful Fanny was my first steed, 
And she was true and faithful indeed. 
But she was killed like faithful Dave, 
And she now does lie in the grave. 



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WAHHEN WATER WORKS. 



Warren is a beautiful cit}^, near the Mahoning's banks, 
From this river the Water AVorks fills up its tanks; 
And you will find the streets is paved as good 
As the Chicago streets that is paved with wood. 

And the sidewalks vou will find are so wide, 
And a station around the city on every side; 
You will hear the whistles every hour of the day, 
Passengers going to the trains that lives miles away. 

Close to the city .are the Waters Works Grounds, 
And it works so nicely to supply tlie town; 
And see the large engine working with great force. 
The water is carried through pipes in every source. 

And is used in tlio mansions where tlie people dwells, 
It is said by all that they are through witli the wells; 
We are supplied with water as handy as ever was seen; 
Just turn this guage and fill this vessel by the stream. 

And we would not do without this one day, 

For what we have yearl^v^ you know to pay; 

It has been built at a big expense by the masons. 

It's handy you know to receive water from this basin. 



ZEDAKEH'S LATEST EFFUSION. 



Dedicated to the Warren Becord and the clerks aud of- 
ficers of the Court House of Warren. Composed in the Coun- 
ty Clerk's office, while making a ten minutes call there, on 
February 4th, 1880. 

How beautiful, liow beautiful, your fine Park shows. 
And there see the nice elms, planted so nicely in rows; 
And often many people are traveling these fine walks. 
Where they will stroll among the shade and talk. 



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There see the grass growing over this beautiful lawn, 
You will hear the birds sing there at early dawn; 
Now the snow birds fly, and sing among the trees, 
There winter's day to all is a beautiful sight to see. 




And wheii the summer comes around once again, 
The grass will then grow in by the summer rains; 
On summer evenings you will hear music so grand, 
Among the beautiful shades they listen to the Band. 




You see so many people going to the Court on 
business' hours. 

And they will notice a steeple there, that looks like 
an ancient tower. 

And there to step in every office you will find every 
pen amoving. 

The rolling mill has started and business is fast im- 
proving. 



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BEAUTIFUL LAKE. 



Dedicated to the Cleveland Leader, tlie greatest and best 
daily in Northern Ohio, tliat gave the author his boom in 
Cleveland, and whose staff discovered in Professor Zedaker 
for the tirst time, " the missing- link." 

Ill Cleveland my eyes beheld the beautiful lake; 
I compose this on my arrival, 27th is the date; 
And there to see the boatmen with their skiffs, 
And by their oars they are gliding swift. 

And along its shores is the Lake Shore track. 
And in each car the freight is there packed; 
You find there the cars are all painted red, 
They are drawn by the engine that is ahead. 

The engines are seen there puffing their smoke. 
The wheels are ttirned by the pitman's stroke. 
There give warning by the bells that are ringing. 
On telegraph wires the birds are heard singing. 

And see over these wide lakes the sailing doves, 
And to-day is warm from the sun that's above; 
Passengers coming and going from out our land, 
And in cars you know that are so grand. 



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And here I see the waving water for miles, 
Deep into the lake-waters are drove the piles; 
They are drove for miles along this shore, 
And to protect the bank from being tore. 




A VISIT TO NILES. 



Niles was thrown into a high state of excitement, IMonda)^ 
morning, by the announcement that the original and angelic 
Professor Cassius Marcellus Chiy Zedaker was in town, having 
been seen to alight from ttie 9:24 train from Cleveland. He 
composed the following sweet but impressive lines: 

On the 9:24 train I arrived at Niles; 
I found the little town a place of style; 
I found in Niles a great many friends, 
Their hands to me they kindly did extend. 

I was sorry to leave this place so soon; 
1 left on the next train, it was nearly noon. 
I will soon be back to visit you in Niles, 
And again see this little place in style. 




Through this town once run these canal boats, 
Over the waters of the canal they did float; 
They were drawn by long ropes and horses. 
But now over this canal the railroad crosses. 



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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 




WHY IS WIVES SUBJECT TO THEIR HUSBANDS ? 



Dedicated to the Seelye avenue "No Name" Clnb, at whose 
recjuest the poem was written in answer to Ihe question, "Wh}'' 
.should Wives be suliject unto their Husbands?" Tlie Profes- 
sor acknowledges the presentation of an elegant bouquet at 
the hand s of the Club. 

Wives should cleave unto their hushands for life. 
And be nnto them a true and a faithful wife, 
And each should forever toil together 
And through sunshine and stormy weather. 

And if your husband have troubles, and looks down, 
You should try him to cheer and keep off the frown; 
And if he comes home from the toils of the day. 
Set before him his supper and without delay. 

And does it not say in the laws of our land, 

The husband and wife be tied with one united band? 

And if his business is a banker, or an editor; 

And if he fails, please help him to pay the creditors. 

And whatever his business or troubles be in life, 
You sliould be unto him a true and faithful wife; 
If his business be selling hardware and articles of saws, 
You are his wedded wife, remember the marriage laws. 




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PLAIN EEALES. 



Dedicated to the Cleveland Plain Dealei^, whose staff cah 
show more beauty, more wit, more kernemial facility and more 
gyasticutosity to the square foot than that of any other paper 
in the west, 

I see the A-essel a sailing 

And she is now en route; 
And she is now a sailing 

From Cleveland to Detroit. 

She is there a battling 

With the many waves; 
Where Com. Perry fought 

So nobly and so brave. 

In Cleveland's beautiful park. 

Is seen the electric light, 
They can see Perry's Monument, 

In the very darkest night. 

Around this beautiful granite, 

Is seen his sons and boats. 
They fought so brave and nobly. 

While his vessel did float. 



You can there see the cannon. 
That Perry once captured, 

And in this park it dwells, 
Hundreds in this battle fell. 



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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 




DIGGING THE COAL. 



Hear the shots tliat tlie miners have fired. 
The ooal is brought np by the ropes of wire, 
Aiul hear the steam sounding in its rage, 
But they have got the rachets on the cage. 

They have again tired some moi'e sliots. 
They are sending down to them some props, 
Do you think of the mining class of men, 
That work in this dangerous bhxck den. 

They will work in there npon their knees. 
And are as busy as a swarm of bees. 
And do you ever think of their sad fate, 
When the coal keeps you warm from the grate. 

And they do not see the noon-day sun. 
They must toil away nntil their work is done. 
And they will come home chilly at night. 
And indeed their life is not very bright. 



ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 

When they come home their clothes they do ring. 
They are jovial men for they will often sing, 
They will meet at the door a kind wife, 
Their home is pleasant and they enjoy their life. 



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WANTING A LAMB FOE A PET. 



Effte.- 



-Pa would you please give me one of Lliese 

lambs 
For to play with me? It would be so 

grand, 
It would follow me when I go for the 

cows, 
I would have it in my play house with my 

toys. 

Father, I would give it the best of good 

care, 
And put a band on its neck for it to wear, 
And print on its collar, " Effiie's Little 

Lamb," 
And we would play together upon your 

land. 



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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 



Father. — Dear Effie, you know its mother would 

fret 
If you would take her lamb from her for 

a pet, 
And the lamb Avould also fret night and 

day. 
It would be a long time ])efoi'e it would 

play. 




SHERIDAN'S BIDE. 



Hear the iifes and drums a sounding, 
And ([uite near the battle humming. 
And who can tell what will fall to day, 
And Sheridan is twenty miles away. 

The news is flying to Sheridan in haste, 
For well it is known there's no time to waste, 
Louder and louder grows the battle's fray, 
And Winchester is twenty miles away. 

Sheridan received the news of the battle. 
And is on his way and hears musketry rattle, 
His faithful steed is running without delay, 
With Sheridan but lifteen miles awav. 



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And his steed is flying over the ridges, 
And his hoofs is heard upon the bridges, 
And his ambition does not lack to-day, 
With Sheridan but five miles away. 

Sheridan now arrived with his horse in a sweat. 
Troops were retreating when Sheridan was met, 
And Sheridan now down the lines did rush, 
And the retreat you know he did then crush. 

And his fine black steed to-day had no rest, 
But was to-day in this bloody battle pressed. 
And at last the rebels was seen to run. 
They captured the troops with all their guns. 

Sheridan and his troops we know was bold, 
And this you know has often been told. 
It will be in history's chain an added link, 
It will be forever stamped in printer's ink. 



THE " MISSING LINK." 





Prof. Zedaker was in towu last Saturday and Sunday. It 
seems that Cleveland's powerful minds have given the Professor 
a close scrutiny, and conclude that in him they have discov- 
ered the " Missing Link." The Professor, before taking the 
train for Niles, on Monday morning, devoted two and a half 
minutes to the muse, and brought forth the following lines 
dedicating them to the Warren Chronicle : 

In Cleveland they call me the ''Missing Link," 
That is what all the best literary minds think; 
And I think I will from now on wear the belt; 
And other sciences will now have to melt. 



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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 




CLEVELAND PARK. 



How beautiful, beautiful is the snow, 
And in Cleveland Park how nice it shows; 
Their walks are so clean and colors are gray, 
1 see the snow birds Avhile at their play. 

And the green grass to-day it does hide, 
The walks are clean and snow on both sides; 
The people are seen hurrying to and fro. 
The sun is warm to-day and the snow will go. 

And the little birds jire singing in trees, 
It will soon be time to hear the honey bees; 
They will be finding the buds and flowers. 
And this way improve their useful hours. 

Street cars are going and also a coming. 
Wheels of buggies are heard a humming; 
And this is the first month of spring. 
The snow birds to-day do sweetly here sing. 

I will come here again when the snow is gone. 
And then I will see the beautiful fine lawn; 
And the bees and birds will then be merry, 
Singing round the statute of Commodore Perry. 



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LUCY'S LAMB. 



Did you see m}- lamb upon yesterday, 
When it did follow me and play, 
It was when I was strolling near the l)ank, 
It ran to the stream and there it drank. 

And I was afraid it would get in. 
For well I knew it conld not swim, 
And tlien it did play upon the sand, 
I could not catch him by his band. 

xlnd then to the clearing he did rush, 
He then did play among the brush, 
And then upon a log he did jump, 
From there he leaped upon a stump. 

I went out to gather some wild flowers, 
I must say I had some pleasant hours, 
To see niy lamb playing with me around, 
When gathering flowers from the ground. 

Father you must never sell my lamb, 

May it always pasture upon your land, 

I well go with you on a pleasant summer day, 

With you to the field to make it hay. 



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Your lamb, dear Lucy, shall never be sold. 
And it will be kept when it grows old, 
You and it can play upon that day. 
When I am out to make it hay. 

Dear father its fleece will money bring, 

And dear ma will some of it spin. 

And then the yarn I will crochet. 

To wear them after flowers to make boquet. 




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GRANDFATHER'S CLOCK,- 

(Traiidfatlier's clock in the corner has for years stood, 
And it has ticked so truly and the wheels are of wood, 
We have looked at the hands by the light of the tire, 
It has told the time for years and never has tired. 

Grandfather's clock, that in the corner has stood, 
Is now a relic, and its wheels are made of wood; 
It has long stood close beside the old fire-place; 
And Grandpa and his family often looked at its face. 

Travelers would often stop and ask the time of day. 
And then, you know, the neighbors did live far away; 
And with its long pendulum that went to and fro. 
And without winding for eight days it would go. 

And the weight grandfather would again wind u\), 
And when it was wound he would the door shut. 
And he would lay away the big key like a crank; 
They are now improved, and this old one is a blank. 

It will forever be a relic of our grandfathers days. 
Our eyes will oft in the corner at this old clock gn.ze; 
Grandfather's clock we bid you now fareAvelll fare well I 
You ticked in the corner where grandpa did dwell. 

And when the hands was seen point to figure nine, 
Then Grandfather would say it is now bed-time; 
They went to bed early then, they wore the homespun, 
In tliosedays they were healthy and enjoyed their fun. 




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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 




SHERMAN'S MARCH TO THE SEA. 



Dedicated to General Sherman and his Army. 

Sherman and his large army is marcliing to the sea: 
I am bound in this march to outgeneral Kobert E. 

Lee; 
And we will fight the rebels and shoot down their 

flag, 
And I will then annihilate the army of General 



Bragg. 



CHoiiUs; 



We are marching and still a-marcliing toward the sea, 
We are marching through Georgia to the drums' 

melody, 
And onward we are marcliing, and onward we do go, 
Tramp, tramp, tramp; we are marching to whip the 

foe. 



We will capture all the rebels and their horses and 

mules. 
And I presume they do wish we would have different 

rules. 
And while we are marching on, coming to us is their 

slaves. 
And the rebels do not like this, and their masters do 

rave. 



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And they sing, shout for cle cullud folks we am now 

free, 
We run awiiy from de rebs and the army of General 

Lee, 
We don't need longer for to hoe cotton nor pull 

weeds. 
Oh, glory be to God! who will now plant Massa's 

cotton seeds? 

All our libes we have been bought and sold as de 
Massa's slaves, 

And da tried dar best to catch us nigs while hiding 
in de caves. 

And we neber need be hoeing any more tobacco and 
cotton, 

Massas' plantation by de cullud folks will be forgot- 
ten. 

Hurrah for de stars and stripes and de army of Gen- 
eral Sherman, 

The rebs do fear his coming eber since dis march 
began. 

Now hurrah, all us colored folks! Hurrah for the 
Federal flag. 

Hurrah for General Sherman for he's going to 
whip Bragg. 

Sherman's march to the sea makes the rebels all 

quiver. 
And he is burning their bridges all over their 

rivei's. 
Just see their distance trains and what a long line, 
They will find the bridges burned and their trains is 

mine. 



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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 



Now here we come iqioii their Georgia rtiih-oad track^ 
The pioneers have gone to the wagon their tools to 

unpack; 
We will tear up their track and bend some of the 

rail, 
And now over this road they won't carry rebs or 

mail. 

iiear their pickets firing and hear the whizzing ball, 
And now you can hear their bugle blowing the battle 

call. 
They will be sorry for meeting Sherman and his army, 
For I am bound to feed my horses by the shores of 

the sea. 

Just see now their long lines and hear their bugle 

calls, 
And now just hear the cannon and the musket balls, 
See their general there a-riding in this battle fray, 
Now they are retreating and we have again won the 

day. 




THE RIDE AFTER THE RABBIT. 
(or broken wagox.) 

We will hitch up our dog and take a ride, 
The box is big and we can all ride ; 
Come here and be harnessed up old Dasli, 
We will hitch you up and all cut a splash. 



ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 45 

Don't be afraid Ollie for Dash will drive, 
We will to-day have a pleasant ride 
Dash is so good and will always mind; 
You sit beside me Ollie and brother in behincl. 

Now we are all ready and Dash can go, 
It will be pleasant to ride out for a sliow. 
It is pleasant with you Ollie by my side, 
And we will to-day have a pleasant ride. 

And Ollie and Willie will have their fun; 
What is the matter now? Dash begins to ruu. 
They all look wild, Ollie, Ed. and Willie 
I think for to ride, after the dog is to us silly. 

He is after a rabbit, Ollie don't you see. 
This IS a dangerous ride for Ollie, Ed. and me; 
We would rather be in Pa's yard at our play. 
Than to be behind Dash after rabbits to-day. 

And Dash you are surely a cruel old dog 
For breaking our wagon over this log; 
No one is hurt and Dash is the winner, 
We will take the rabbit home for our dinner. 

Dedicated to the Mr. Ryder s. From an engramng 

at their gallery. 




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LEAR WILLIE IS GONE. 



I miss our dear Willie who died last June, 

The funeral bell tolled when he was taken to tlie 

tomb, 
I will never forget this long funeral ^Drocession, 
*M will meet you in heaven, ma," was his confession. 

And little Willie's playthings are now laid away, 
And lie lies beneath in his cold grave of clay; 
And he thought so much of his playful toys; 
When he played with liis little neighbor boys. 

We wee]) for his absence, and see his vacant chair; 
His little shoes are laid away that he did use to wear; 
And his little stockings that he hung up on Christ- 
mas Eve; 
But death came upon him and he had his toys to leave. 

And hours in the day for dear Willie I will weep, 
And on the hill among the shades he there does slee]); 
Upon his grave I have planted willows that are weep- 

' ing, 
And beneath them is my dear little Willie a-sleeping. 



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47 



Upon liis grave I have planted the choicest of flowers 
I often go there and sit when I have an idle honr. 
And scent the radiance from the flower that's in 

hloom, 
Since Willie is gone the world to me is a gloom. 

,(■ 
I often think of him with a deep and saddened heart, 
To think tliat dear Willie tTom his motlier had 1o 

part; 
Now Wiliie has a better home, far beyond the skies, 
liis mother will go and meet him there when she dj»'s. 

For this is a world of sorrow, sadness and of troubh'. 
And I often think my share is more than dou])l('; 
My heart is sad and my life is nearly riven, 
And 1 wisli 1 mav soon l)e with mv Willie in heaven. 



WILD HORSE. 




In Africa the wild horses are seen aboundino', 
'J'hey have no fields there for their snrronndings. 
They know not what the human hand is for, 
And they never feel the rider's steel spur. 



48 2EDAKER'S POEMS. 

In their wilds are the lions, elephants end leopards^ 
There they never see the farmer or his sliepherd, 
They will forever there graze upon the wilds, 
x\nd often they drink from the river Niles. 

Many thousands are seen for miles abounding, 
And their lioofs are heard for miles a-sounding, 
Tliey have never yet tasted oats, hay or corn, 
They have roamed in Africa since they were horn. 
They have never been drove nor tied in a stall; 
They have never yet had a load to haul; 
They have never yet seen harness nor the bridle; 
They have not yet been rode with a saddle. 

They have never yet heard the wheel spin, 
'J' hey have never yet had any races to win, 
They often see the huntsmen with his long lasso. 
They will then give a neigh and away they go. 
And by and by the long lasso is swung. 
And one of these horses by the neck is hung, 
He first feels the straps and ropes from arts. 
He rears and kicks and bites and he darts. 

But he is held by the hunter's strong arm, 
The poor wild horses are much alarmed, 
They will then blind-fold this horse's eyes. 
And lead home their wild captured prize. 
And it will soon become quite tame. 
And will soon eome when called by name. . 
They will soon do all for the people's use. 
And often will be drove hard and meet abuse. 




ZEDAKER'S POEMS 




CLEVELAND CHARITY BALL. 



Wlio missed seeing the beauties at Cleveland Charity 

Ball, 
And near one thousand at this armory did there call 
To dance to the music in this beautiful hall so grand, 
That was heard from the Cleveland orcliestra and band. 

There to see the many beautiful ladies in satins and 

silks, 
And there to see the many engravings with frames of 

gilts; 
They all greeted there, Gov. Foster and his escort — 
This was the grandest ball ever was seen without a 

doubt. 

Hung above was flags and bunting, the red, white and 
blue, 

This was the first ball and this beautiful armory is 
new! 

And there see above the fine arches made from ever- 
green. 

And the beautiful electric light there was seen. 

It illuminated the hall for the many hundred there. 
That was seen there from Cleveland and everywhere; 
The walls was lined with beautiful wreaths and flags, 
They did all wave when fighting Gen. Lee and Bragg. 



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Placed among them was flowers and evergreen trees. 
The stars on tlie flags was seen as thick as bees; 
Among the lovely wreaths was canaries there a singing. 
Gents seen coming and their ladies they was bringing. 

An engraving hanging there was the Cleveland star 

of fame, 
It was an attraction to all, Miss E. E. was her name; 
And through this beautiful hall were hanging many 

doves. 
They were handsome and a bird that everyone loves. 

The large hanging basket made from evergreens and 

flowers. 
From there on the night of the 30th, they called 

many hours; 
From there they called for the Cleveland Charity Ball, 
And at this ball hundreds were seen to balance all. 

I am writing on the table where is beautiful flowers, 
Close to this stand Gov. Foster enjoyed many hours; 
Where wreaths and flags was seen upon the walls. 
And hundreds on Gov. Foster there was seen to call. 

In the corner stood plants of the choicest of flowers, 
They were noticed by all eyes in these pleasant hou.s; 
This forever will be remembered this 30th day of 

March, . 

It will be mentioned in your homes and in your parks. * 

Also the fine cannons and soldiers in the procession. 
That won our battles and conquered secession; A 

And also this line to the band that there played. 
And the fine steeds that drew tlie Gov. in his parade. 



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7r Father, 
Come Home I 



EVILS OF INTEMPERANCE. 



Landlord stop selling father any more Rum, 
His life is fast a failing and very near run, 
Do you think of his wife and children at home, 
Our clothes are ragged and money we have none. 
And see your fine engravings upon your walls, 
While we have no money to meet our calls. 
And my brothers and sisters are crying for bread, 
Its been by your bar our destruction has been led. 

And look at your fine cut glass and jewelry ware. 
You know that his family need shoes by the pair. 
Do you think when you are feeding your fine gray, 
You have taken from our barn the last pound of hay. 
Think of the poor beasts that are around our barUj 
And they had nothing to eat since early dawn, 
And they are hungry and looking so lank. 
And he has a note to-day that is due in the bank. 



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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 



And I pawned my watch with neighboa Shaw, 
And little brother Ned has gone for straw, 
And you are still treating him day from day. 
And against his farm you will a mortgage lay. 
My mother is broken hearted and is cast down, 
She is no longer cheerful but carries frown, 
And it is all caused by your whisky, wine and ale. 
She looks like death for her face is so ])ale. 

Please pledge yourself to take down your sign. 
And stop selling beer, whisky, ale and wine! 
I will grant your wish, by the hell) of God, 
And I'll send no more drunkards under the sod. 
Father signed this pledge for a noble cause. 
And forever abide by the temi)erance laws, 
I will sign this card for during life. 
And return to my family and cheer my wife. 




THE FARMER GOING TO THE POOR-HOUSE. 



I must now leave my home with a deep and saddened 
heart, 

I will forever regret when from my home I had to 
part; 

But I am now feeble and poor and quite old, 

I have to go to the poor-house, my farm is now sold. 



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ZEDAKER'S POEMS. 53 

Choeus: 

And it is tramp, tramp, tramping throngh the cold. 
And I must go to the poor-house for my farm is sold; 
I will soon be there it is just over on yonder hill, 
I am sold uut and must go there against my will. 

I think back to the time when I once cleared this 

land, 
I drove away the Indians when they came in a band, 
I piled up the logs and once did burn the brush. 
Now I have lost it all and my poor heart must crush. 

My dear wife is dead and is gone many years ago. 
It is cold and dreary 1 am tramping in this snow. 
Once I was robbed of all my money and this was sad, 
To think of all my troubles it nearly drives me mad. 

My son went west and left his father all alone, 
He was there murdered, and a son now I have none, 
And the news nearly broke his poor parent's heart. 
His dear mother soon died and we had then to part. 

I think of our hreside and there many a good tale 

was told. 
It was many years ago but they will never be old. 
Some one else will enjoy the old fire-place there. 
Where my dear wife and I had troubles and cares. 

And I now see the poor-house on yonder hill. 

To think of my future home my eyes with tears fill, 

But I will soon meet my dear wife that's gone on 

before. 
And it will be in heaven on that beautiful shore. 



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THE BELLS OF OUE LAND THAT ARE RINGING. 



The Bell-Ringers bells that rino* upon the stage, 

The Shaft bell that rings for the hoisting cage, 

Tlie Sleigh bells that ring upon the snow, 

The Church bells that ring, there for people to go. 

The Dinner bells that ring for people to dine. 

The Street Car bells that ring upon the line; 

The Engine bells that ring on every crossing, 

Tlie Pilot bells that ring while the waves are tossing. 

The Fireman's bells that ring while the flames aro 

raging. 
The Dining tables bells that ring while the boarders 

are waiting; 
The Lady's bells that sing while gathering beautiful 

flowers. 
The Sabbath School bells that ring at the closing 

hours. 
The Pilot bells that ring in the^engine room. 
The Marriage bells that ring fir the bride and groom; 
The Warning bells that ring to turn the bridge for 

vessels to pass, 
The Top-mast bell that rings to sailors high upon the 

mast. 
The Organ bells that ring with the Organs melodies. 
The Funeral bells that ring Avhile all are in melan- 

cholys; 
The Door bells that ring while waiting at the door, 
The Toy bells that ring by babies on the floor. 



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The Horse Hame-bells that ring to keep persons from 

being run over. 
The Cow bells that ring while grazing in the clover; 
The Sheep b^lls that ring to lead the flock, 
The auction bells that ring to sell a surplus stock. 
The Money-draAver bells that ring upon the lock, 
The furnace bells that ring when the engine is heard 

. to knock; 
The Telephone bells that ring to tell words to people 

afar, 
The Punch bells that ring by the conductor in the 

car. 
The hotel bells that ring for the waiters. 
The Town Hall bells that ring for people to come 

sooner or later; 
The Milkman's bells that ring for the servants to 

come for milk. 
The Court House bells that ring to try the criminal's 

guilt. 
The Chiming bells that ring on the Sabbath morning. 
The Alarm Clock bells that ring to wake the farmer 

for farming; 
The School house bells that ring the hours of nin 

and one, 
The Judges Stand bells that ring where races are run. 



FAREWELL TO THE MILLS. 



Two years ago I made the Bedford Mills run. 
The New Bedford Mills was heard there to hum, 
Mr. Shields and I made lumber, siding and shingles, 
We made there the saws, belts and planers jingle. 

I bid farewell to my partner, Eobert E. Shields, 
Besides mills to run, I have now broader fields, 
The humming saws, flying belts and mashing cogs. 
Farewell to all that helped to saw and turn the logs. 



56 



^EDAKER'S POEMS. 




THE WOODEN-BOUND BUCKET. 



The moss-covered stones that's in this old well, 
They walled the well where grandfather once dwelled; 
They dug deep for water, before it was found, 
And this well was built so nice and so round. 

Grandfather was the first settler on this land. 
And Indians came there after water by the band; 
Indians, panthers and deers were j^lenty in the woods, 
And around his cabin, tall oaks then stood. 

People came here for water for many miles, 
Came through the forest that then was wild; 
And we had many hardships then, for to meet; — 
Grandfather worked hard to have ground for wheat. 

Once, when he was chopping and making rails, 
He started for water with his wooden pail, 
And when he was m sight of his deep well. 
He seen the wolves and heard them yell. 

And then, grandfather had back to run, 
Back to the rails, and he then got his gun, 
After him, the wolves followed with a rush, 
And lie heard them coming through the brush. 



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And lie soon seen their gleaming eyeballs. 
And he throwed at them the ax and the maul; 
And they set up a wild and fearful yell. 
He wished then he was in his cabin l)y the well. 

And by the wolves the powder was smelt, 
When in their ranks his balls were felt; 
And often lie did load, and at them hre. 
After killing many, the rest did retire. 

Think l)aok to the hardships in grandfather's da3's, 
'^riiink of the Indians and then of their ways; 
There they ventured with the wolf and panther; 
Do you think of it? [Mease this (|uestion answer. 

The wooden-bound bucket that hung in the well, ^ 
Where the Indians, wildcats and panthers did yell; 
And toUl their adventures by the old fire-place. 
When away from home how they was chased! 

The wooden-bound bucket, that hung in the well. 
By the cabin where grandfather did dwell; 
The long lever and bucket that went to and fro; 
Thei-e was no ships and cars them days for to go. 



THE DESTRUCTION OF GLYCERINE. 



Hear the explosion! What a terrible shock! 
And it has there torn up tons of rock; 
It is tearing its way through yonder mountain. 
And opening crevices of all the fountains. 

It is dangerous, and set off with the slightest knock, 
And nothing, then, will its destruction stop; 
It destroys all within its giant reach, 
It tears down the rock on the ocean beach. 



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And mountains of rocks by it has boeii tore. 
For to let tlio vessels come close to the shore: 
We mnst also say it has been nsed elsewhere. 
Shocked oil wells and made them flow there. 

It has been nsed to sink tlie many deep shafts. 
It has tore away mountains to let the trains pass, 
We have heard the explosion of magazines for miles. 
From its effects left nothing but debris in piles. 

SINGING BIRDS AMONG BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS. 



Dedicated to Col. Bircuard, Editor of the Warren CJonstttu 

TTON, who first printed Zeduker's name to the world. 

May his military honors increase until he 

wears the Conqueror's Crown 1 




Just stroll through the Forest City park. 
And in daylight or when dark, 
And see the many fine sights, 
One is the beautiful electric lights. 

And brave Perry and his monument; 
Sweet music from birds is there sent, 
A singing so sweetly and so merry. 
Among the shades of Com. Perry. 

The flowers there are in full bloom. — 
All colors, with such sweet perfume; 
The cannons are there that once did ring, 
In the park, where the sweet birds sing. 

The beautiful fountains is seen there; 
And noticed by people from everywhere; 
Around3tl|,^7^^32^P^^ ^^^ strolling, 
While thfio<li'®69^ ^^® ^^^^ ^ rolling. 



By the United States Government of America 

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1880, 

By CA8SIUS MARCELLUS CLAY ZEDAKER, 

In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington City, 
District of Columbia, and United States of America. 

The above means that should any Theatrical Company, Va- 
riety Troupe, Circus or Menagerie, Opera or Concert Troupe, 
Musical or Dramatic Institute, or in fact anything whereby I 
will be deprived of the right of being the Greatest Poet of 
modern times and the only Missing Link, use, convert, abridge, 
plagiarize or in any other way make use of any of these Poems 
without the permission of the Author, written with ink, or by 
his attorneys, they will be prosecuted to the full extent of the 
law. 

P. S. — No Publisher, Book Pedler or Dealer in Poetical 
Rhyming Books, is allowed to use any of these Poems in any 
of their publications, or to translate the same into French, Ger- 
man, English, Scotch, Irish, "Welsh, Manx, Italian, Swiss, Ori- 
ental, Dutch, Muscovite, Swedish, Norwegian, Norse, Polish, 
Hungarian, Bohemian, Ancient or Modern Greek, Latin, He- 
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waian, Polynesian, Algerine, Feejeean, Corsican, Esquimaux, 
Mexican, Brazilian, Spanish, Portugese, Hottentot, Chaldeac, 
Indian, Malayan, Patagonian, Chimpanzee, Mormon, Oruithol- 
ogese, Circassian, Herbarium, Animalculese, Mongolian, Ba- 
varian, or any other known or unknown language, or any in 
process of construction or that may hereafter be adopted and 
come into general use in any civilized or uncivilized nation on 
the face of the earth, as I am determined my legal rights shall 
not be evaded or trampled upon, 

N. B, — District Schools can, by getting the written consent 
of myself and attorneys, have the use of the Poems for exhi- 
bitions for the benefit of the Schools free of charge. 

II^^These Poems cannot be purchased at Bookstores or News 
Agencies, the sale being reserved for myself, at my place of 
residence, or for my Traveling Theatrical Agents, who will 
supply the demand in the audience at my public entertain- 
ments. 







^he Cleveland §pera (gouse. 



fTTHIS fine opera house on Euclid Avenue is built, 

J|u Its Seats and its Galleries all shines in i^ilt, 

'^ The fine parlor scenes and beautiful Chandeliers, 

Where Lotta often sings, where she receives Cheers. 

A singing " In the Morning 'by the Bright Lights," 
And tha Scenery seen there are beautiful sights. 
The Archway doors does reach to the back ground ; 
The bright electric lights that shines all around. 

And the Private Boxes are so beautifully engraved, 
In building this fine Opera, Money was not saved ! 
To see curtains hanging made from laces and silks, 
Hanging besides the pillars, engraved with gilts. 

Many hundreds are seen there with Opera Glasses, 
They see the mountain scenes where actor's passes. 
And also the Managers that takes in the Cash, 
On their counter the people do their money dash. 

One will saj'give me a Box with Curtains so neat, 
Others will sa5'"give me a ticket for a Reserved Seat, 
Hundreds will say give us tickets for the Galleries. 
And this you know depends all on their Salaries ! 









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